Daily spewage of a bitter mind.

My friend, Bobbie, was telling me about her emotions about her hair.  See, her ponytail is too tight today and she’d rather take Excedrin to relieve her headache than loosen or undo her ponytail.

Me: “You know that makes no sense, right?”
Bobbie: “But it does to meee!”

She’ll probably kill me for posting about this later but it got me to thinking about the last time I was emotional over something that was probably really insignificant.  I told her about the cheesecake.   I hadn’t remembered till just now.  I must’ve blocked out the whole traumatic experience.

After my checkup with the Doc in my last post I did the post-modem on the fridge and threw away the things from pre-doctor-lecturing that would get me in trouble.

There it sat,  my queen, my goddess, my venus, my princess and the love of my life: the eggnog cheesecake.

I ripped it out of the fridge, grabbed a fork and marched into the living room where Ian sat watching T.V.  ”Eat this!  Eat it all and don’t stop until it’s gone.”  I walked back into the kitchen where Malcolm had witnessed the whole thing.

Malcolm: “That was really hard for you, wasn’t it?  I’m so proud of you.”
Me: “I think I’m going to cry.”

I excused myself out the back door and onto the porch were I fought back the tears and waited until the verklempt-ness dissipated.  The magnificent piece of tasty creation was now gone…. or at least was being devoured and it’s fate was out of my hands.

It’s amazing how the things that hurt you the most are the things you cling to the hardest.

Everyday things are getting better as I make changes.  I almost down 10 pounds from cutting out all that crap I was eating and excercising most days.  And my blood glucose levels are almost normal again… they’re lingering around 110-120 mg/dl.

However, all that being said, life without eggnog cheesecake sure does suck.

~ by dmoola on January 25, 2010.